The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The rain did not fall so much as it descended, a slow, deliberate exhalation from the bruised purple sky that pressed down upon the village of Oakhaven with the weight of a centuries-old grief. Elias, a boy of twelve with eyes the color of wet slate and a spirit that had already learned the heavy architecture of solitude, walked the muddy path that wound through the ancient yew trees toward the...

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